User blog:Bluefang the Ferret/Mossflower city

Jake wakes up from his nap. Another dream of his father. This time he was falling from a cliff. He sighed. Another crazy dream to start a boring day. Jake was 16 and was a green eyed polecat dressed in his usual clothes: A chauffeur cap and a teared up vest and jeans with a large hole in them, giving him a raggety appearance. On his arms were several faded tattoos and his tail bore a rusty golden tail ring. His favorite weapon was a swiss army knife which he took off a big badger when he was 12. He exited the appartement where he lived, smiling up at the sky. Atleast it was nice outside. His friend, ... the ..., lived a couple blocks away and they went to the same school, which was cool. He walked over to the building where he worked: A small building named, ...'s weapons and war antiques.